When the wind is crawling Honey, at my basement floor And the rats are running round Tryin' to get underneath my chamberdoor Anything I can think of Don't seem to be enough When I smell, honey, the stench Of you're sweatstained sheet And I see this French chick Licking my speed Honey, I made friends with you're daddy and your dog It don't seem to be enough When the snow is wettin' My old wooden chair And the clabs are running round In my pubic hair Anything I can think of, child Don't seem to be enough Damn cruel November Days shift into nights Honey, I wish I could remember How you drifted from my sight Anything I can think of Don't seem to be enough And all my old sollicitors come around Only have needles for a pay And all my brandnew visitors Only have spoons to give away Anything, anything Don't seem to be enough You know, all my precious pleasures You took away, with all you're charms And all my solitary treasures Made a strainer of my arm I make friends with you're daddy and your dog But it don't seem to be enough When the wind is crawling, honey My basement floor And the rats trying to get underneath my chamberdoor Anything I can think of Never seems to be enough